Four Times The World Took Her From Him And The One Time She Gave Him The World
The first time was too innocent. Too pure.
Konstantine was busy. He always was. It was a wonder how he met such a young and beautiful maiden that time back in Spain in the year of our Lord 1889, November 15th. It was the day when the mild weather turned the sky pale. Other than winter, he also liked fall season which was brewing in the November horizon.
It was also the day when Konstantine acquired the third possible property for his relocation, when his accountant dealt with the less than hospitable estate owner who wouldn’t shut up about some nationalist polymath. When the sun could barely be seen through the dark clouds and thick smoke coming from the nearby Casa Mia’s Tasty Quesadilla – the old pub that s
